Really? I stood looking at my boys a few days ago, and I just burst into laughter! My kids look like they have been to battle—and were on the losing end! About six weeks ago, my younger boy came in and said he had hurt his thumb playing football—the same thumb he hurt playing football…
Surrender… To quit. To cease fighting. To give up or hand over typically on compulsion. To cease reistance to an enemy or opponent. Surrender to God… To cease resistance to the authority of God. To abandon oneself entirely to God’s plan. To yield to the power, control or possession of God. Surrender is often a…
Since I began writing, my children are always asking me to write about them. So, this morning, I decided to let you meet my joys…my three precious children! Blake is my oldest child. He is 14 years old, and he stands about 6’2” tall! I don’t have any idea how he became such a giant!…
I have been solo-parenting for four years now. I know many people who have wonderful co-parenting relationships with their former spouses, but that has simply not been my experience. While I am blessed with tremendous support from my parents and extended family, the day-to-day burden of raising my children has fallen solely on me. My…
My daughter came home from school last night in her normal mood. But, as the evening wore on, I noticed a change in her demeanor. She became quiet, distracted. “Mom,” she finally blurted out. “I don’t want to get a zero.” The story began to unfold as she explained to me that she had a…
I just returned home from dropping off my three children at their first day of school. It’s hard to believe that the summer is over! We’ve had a great summer. Nothing spectacular happened, but there was a sense of peace and calm that seemed to be the overwhelming emotion of our home. We had planned…
My house is THE house in the neighborhood. You know…the one where all of the kids hang out, help themselves in the kitchen, walk in the door without knocking. When I get home from work, I am typically greeted by about five teenage boys shooting hoops in the driveway. I’ve walked in my kitchen expecting…